Essays taken from a weekly newspaper column published in the Washington County News, Washington, Kansas. Look for my book, "Dispatches From Kansas," available from Amazon.com, or from the author.
Now you're just being mean . . . rubbing it in . . . you're killing me here. These really rock.
He he he.
I take it all back. That second photo, of the Studebaker grill, is gorgeous. If those colors don't scream "New Mexico" I don't know what would.And then there's that cab filled with - what? straw? grass? a spare bale for some critter? That's flat funny!
Linda-- Nice to see I've converted you into the prairie rust fold. The interior of the truck was filled with straw and sticks and bits of anything a wood rat (pack rat) could gather. Most abandoned vehicles and buildings are attractive for wood rat shelters and are ubiquitous to the region. Now that ancient fire truck I found in a field west of Washington...
Studebaker. Ah, my Gramps had a 1950 Studebaker that we sort of inherited and I drove it some... until one day the brake just kind of went to the floor and stayed there.
So apparently, Northern Kansas is where old cars went to die. It must certainly have been the lure of Highway 36. I found a small cache of rusty Edsels hidden in a snowy, vacant lot in Kansas City a few years back and thought I'd hit the jackpot.
Big Bun -- Some people explore for gold yet we photographers explore for rust and useless items. I'm blessed with having so many little pockets of abandoned farms and car yards in the neighborhood, so to speak. The motherload covered several acres along Mill Creek and I haven't even begun to search it. I imagine as the seasons change so does the light and the contrast and of course the vegetation. Work in progress, as you know.
You do have a talent for rusty, dusty subjects. It makes the rest of us look at them with fresh eyes.
Virginia -- Funny how I never really noticed rust before. How much else are we missing?
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